A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

"Never mind, I'll log off and rest for a bit. We'll talk again when Honghe comes back online." Zhou Ke'er shook her head and logged out.

## Chapter 535, Section 530: Caught Off Guard

"Well...."

Zhou Ke'er struggled to sit up, rubbed her head which was inexplicably sore and throbbing, and groggily opened her eyes.

"Ok??"

Upon opening her eyes, Zhou Ke'er instantly became alert—wait, this isn't her bedroom!

He found himself lying in a desolate field, overgrown with weeds and withered, shriveled wheat stalks.

Wait, what's going on here?

Zhou Ke'er lay back down, rubbing her temples as she recalled what had happened: first, she logged off the game, then woke up Bolius, who was still in the game, and after talking to him for a while, she suddenly felt a little sleepy, so she decided to lie down and take a nap...

There's nothing wrong with that?

Could it be that a piece of my memory is missing?

How did we end up in this place all of a sudden?

No, wait a minute... First, we need to confirm whether this is reality or a game.

Although there were no game controls, not even a character panel or attribute information, one thing was crucial—Zhou Ke'er discovered that there was actually spiritual power within her body.

This is quite obvious. In the real world, Zhou Ke'er would definitely be full of evil spirits, a humanoid monster. How could she possibly have spiritual power in her body?

This is in a game...

Zhou Ke'er sat up, shook her head, and looked herself over. She realized that she was wearing the beautifully decorated tuxedo she had bought when the game first launched, except that the chest area was bulging and the buttons were almost impossible to fasten.

On the ground beside him lay a top hat that matched the tuxedo, and a magnificent cane inlaid with jewels.

Zhou Ke'er casually put the top hat on her head, picked up her cane, stood up, and looked around at her surroundings.

He was standing on what looked like the edge of a barren wheat field, with a path beside him covered in a dense, messy trail of footprints that appeared to have been there for some time.

In the distance, a cluster of buildings resembling a village could be seen, but it seemed deserted. Moreover... it looked like the simple ancient buildings described in ancient texts—thatched huts or wooden houses.

Zhou Ke'er dusted herself off and slowly walked towards the village. She didn't know if any villagers were still alive, but there was nowhere else to go. "Where exactly is this place...?"

Ultimately, Zhou Ke'er still didn't understand what was going on. Had he been pulled into the game while sleeping in reality, or had he lost his memory of that period for some reason...?

It would be nice to be able to see the time.

However, although the game controls weren't displayed, at least the backpack was still usable. Zhou Ke'er glanced at the Azure Sword, which appeared in her left hand with her thoughts and then quickly disappeared, then looked at her right wrist. It was a pity that she hadn't brought the wristwatch from the Divine Academy.

Food! Fresh food!

Just then, a grotesque monster suddenly swept across the sky, its filthy saliva dripping from its sharp fangs, reflecting the eerie green light in its pupils and the crimson hidden deep within them.

It spotted Zhou Ke'er walking on the country path at a glance, and immediately shouted excitedly as it pounced on her.

Zhou Ke'er frowned and released her evil senses, but she did not find any evil aura in the monster's body. Instead, she found a different kind of inferior evil energy.

However, one can tell from its appearance that this monster doesn't look like a ghost at all, nor does it have that distinctive distorted shape. Instead, it looks more like the race called "Demon" recorded in the ancient texts.

It looked rather ferocious and terrifying.

but...

Zhou Ke'er extended her left hand, palm facing the demon rushing towards her at breakneck speed, and silently chanted in her heart: "Demonic Energy Piercing Cannon!"

Immediately, a dazzling beam of jet-black light burst forth from Zhou Ke'er's palm, piercing through... no, engulfing the demon's figure completely, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.

"Hmm... Did I input too much energy? I thought at least this much would be enough, but I didn't expect this demon to be weaker than I thought."

Zhou Ke'er looked at her left hand and muttered to herself.

But soon, his expression turned slightly serious—behind that demon, a vast, almost overwhelming black shadow began to surge toward them from the distant horizon—no, not toward Zhou Ke'er; their target was clearly that small village.

Even if all the demons are as weak as the one we just saw, the sheer number of ants would still be a troublesome problem.

Zhou Ke'er frowned slightly, then conjured a pair of jet-black wings from the evil energy behind her, and suddenly accelerated at low altitude, flying towards the village.

There must be something wrong with that village. If so many demons are heading that way, then either there's a superior demon who commands them stationed there, or Zhou Ke'er should try to capture the leader first, which would be easier than dealing with an endless horde of demons.

Or perhaps there are other humans being besieged by demons there, which would allow Zhou Ke'er to learn a little about this world.

Zhou Ke'er flew towards the village at an extremely fast speed, quickly crossing the entire field and arriving at the village, which was now just ruins.

Before he could get a good look at the village, he instinctively turned to the side, and almost simultaneously, an arrow made of magical energy grazed past his arm.

"Damn it! The humanoid form... is a high-ranking demon. With our power, there's no way we can stand against it..."

A panicked voice rang out, "There's no other way! You all need to run! You must get back the news that the high-ranking demon has entered this battlefield. I'll hold her off here!"

Zhou Ke'er glanced in the direction from which the sound came from.

A middle-aged bearded man, covered in wounds and with his armor tattered, stood in front of the others, wielding a greatsword, looking as if he was about to die a martyr.

Behind him were other soldiers, equally disheveled and covered in dust, dressed in standard military uniforms. There appeared to be a young man with a short bow, concealed on a high platform; a young woman with a staff, standing behind the middle-aged man; and a man with a short dagger, lurking in the shadows.

Only a few people remained alive in the village; the rest were corpses, lying scattered on the ground, their bodies strewn everywhere.

"A superior demon? Are you referring to me?"

Zhou Ke'er slowly descended from the sky, casually asking a question while subtly glancing at the sky behind him—he was much faster than those demons, and judging by their speed, the horde of demons was still at least ten minutes away from the village.

## Chapter 536, 531. Am I a demon? Then I'll leave?

The group didn't answer Zhou Ke'er's question, which seemed like a rhetorical one. The middle-aged man just kept shouting for the others to run away, and then picked up his greatsword and charged towards Zhou Ke'er with a look of fearlessness.

Zhou Ke'er blinked, thought for a moment, and suddenly had a good idea. She immediately became a drama queen.

Zhou Ke'er looked at the middle-aged man rushing towards her and the others who were watching her warily, and her expression was extremely complicated and indescribable. It seemed to contain bitterness, sorrow, despair, and a sense of relief as if she wanted to end everything.

He slowly descended from the sky to the ground, and the jet-black wings behind him immediately disappeared.

He did nothing and said nothing; he simply closed his eyes, tilted his head back slightly, as if trying to hold back his tears, or as if offering his neck to be slaughtered without resistance, seeking release.

Of course, these are all superficial phenomena. The truth is that Zhou Ke'er has covered her body with evil energy, forming something like a shield. The group of people in front of her simply cannot break through it, and they might even get hurt by the backlash.

As expected, even the middle-aged man who was ready to die hesitated for a moment. He rushed to Zhou Ke'er, raised the greatsword in his hand, but did not strike down for a long time.

Then another deep male voice rang out: "Captain Casrot, please wait... I think things might not be that simple."

Zhou Ke'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes. A misty fog moistened her eyelids, and a clear tear slowly slid down from the corner of her eye. Her hazy eyes revealed a hint of surprise, making her look quite pitiful.

The man who just spoke was the same soldier we saw earlier, hiding in the shadows, holding a short dagger, who looked like an assassin or thief.

At the same time, the archer who was hidden on the high platform in the distance couldn't help but peek out. His light golden hair and slightly sharp ears were visible under his hood. He also spoke, his voice cold: "Kono is right. If she were really a high-level demon, she would have killed us all long ago. Why would she be standing there motionless? There must be more to the story."

Only the female mage holding the staff remained, watching the other three men's actions with an incredulous expression—what a joke?! This is a battlefield! A battlefield where the slightest mistake could mean certain death! Why are they inexplicably overflowing with sympathy for a guy of unknown origin who looks like a demon no doubt?! Have they gone mad?!

To some extent, that's true. Zhou Ke'er's title, "The Witch of Love and Desire," is taking effect; the male NPCs in front of her have a fairly high initial level of goodwill towards her.

On the surface, Zhou Ke'er still maintained a pitiful appearance, but secretly she curled the corners of her mouth: she had taken the bait.

Logically speaking, Zhou Ke'er's appearance is more like that of a vicious, glamorous, and shameless female supporting character, and she's not really suited to a pitiful look. However, at this moment, through the combination of her appearance and demeanor, she perfectly portrayed a woman in distress who was originally strong-willed but unconsciously revealed a hint of weakness for various reasons. It was this stark contrast that made the men in front of her feel an inexplicable urge to protect her.

Just then, Zhou Ke'er finally spoke.

He took off his top hat, revealing long, flowing hair, which, against the backdrop of his tuxedo, gave him an inexplicable...dignified air.

Zhou Ke'er's eyes gradually shifted from helplessness to a hint of stubbornness. She spoke in a clear voice, though her tone seemed to be choked with sobs: "I...I'm not a demon!"

Seeing Zhou Ke'er's appearance, the three men almost instinctively believed her.

But then, the female mage stormed forward, glaring at Zhou Ke'er warily, looking completely unconvinced by his nonsense. "You say you're not a demon? How can you prove it? We all saw it clearly just now. Not only did you come from the demon camp, but you also had jet-black wings on your back!"

The captain named Casrot, being older and having years of military experience, possessed a relatively strong will and was somewhat resistant to Zhou Ke'er's charm. Upon hearing the female mage's doubts, he snapped out of his daze and nodded, saying, "Flore is right. While I personally want to believe you, I'm sorry, this is a battlefield. We cannot trust someone of unknown origin unless you can provide evidence that convinces us all."

"Wait! Everyone, get into battle formation! This isn't the time for that, look! Damn it... how can there be so many, so many demons!"

Just then, a slightly panicked voice came from the hooded archer who had been keeping a close watch on the surroundings. Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw a vast, dark army of demons on the horizon.

The female mage's expression changed drastically, and she immediately blurted out, "I knew this guy was suspicious! Look! If she didn't lure this huge group of demons here, how else could they have gotten here?!"

Feeling the gazes of the crowd, Zhou Ke'er bit her lower lip tightly, offering no explanation, but her expression gradually changed, eventually hardening into a look that seemed to convey a sense of seeking relief and a willingness to die.

Immediately, Zhou Ke'er flicked her hand without saying a word, and the Jade Trace Sword instantly appeared in her hand.

This startled everyone, who quickly retreated and became alert. The female mage seemed to be about to say something, but Zhou Ke'er didn't look at them anymore. Instead, she turned around, and a pair of jet-black wings reappeared behind her. She suddenly flew into the sky and charged towards the seemingly endless army of demons.

Well, actually, this so-called demon army is just scary-looking. In reality, each individual is not very strong, about the same as those soldiers over there. They are basically used as cannon fodder.

Logically speaking, Zhou Ke'er could kill a whole bunch of people with a single magic energy piercing cannon shot.

But no, Zhou Ke'er has to act right now. If she fights so easily, how can she convey a sense of tragedy? So Zhou Ke'er grabbed a long sword and, like a suicide attack, plunged headlong into the ranks of the demon army. She didn't even use any evil enhancements; she simply swung the long sword.

Although the sharpness of the Azure Trace Sword alone was enough to cause great damage to these demons.

Although Zhou Ke'er actually killed them with ease, in the eyes of the hooded archer (who was the only one who could see that far), it appeared as if Zhou Ke'er was facing death without fear, holding a long sword, gritting her teeth and fighting fiercely in the pile of demons, until she was finally submerged in the endless demons and could no longer be seen.

When he relayed the situation to others, a feeling of remorse mixed with solemnity arose spontaneously.

## Chapter 537, Section 532: This Hero Has a Serious Problem!

The deathly silence wasn't just because Zhou Ke'er had been completely engulfed by demons, but also because of them—who were about to face such an endless stream of demons, with no chance of survival whatsoever.

Just then, a loud voice broke the silence.

"Sorry we're late. Leave this place to us now!"

The group turned around at the sound, their previously despairing eyes suddenly brightening. The female mage cried out as if she had been saved, "It's...it's the hero!"

The leader of the group was a white-haired youth who gripped a giant sword tightly in both hands. He was lifted by a strong gust of wind and landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Following them was another elite squad with a full range of professions: a young man with a magic wand and a sage-like appearance; a blonde female archer who looked like an elf; and a middle-aged man wearing sturdy armor and carrying a giant shield.

As the sage-like man chanted softly, a dazzling pale blue light instantly surged from the body of the first arriving white-haired hero. Then, the hero slightly bent his knees and suddenly leaped up, two wings that looked like a hurricane instantly appearing on his back, as he stormed into the pile of demons.

The female archer sighed and rubbed her forehead. "This guy... is as reckless as ever. Saggs, you can't always let him get away with this."

The sage named Sagos smiled gently and shrugged, saying, "There's a saying: if one can wipe out an army by himself, then his act of provoking that army cannot be called reckless."

"That makes so much sense. Which great person said that?"

The man with the shield scratched his bald head and asked.